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~Miss. Waters

Chapter 7

As promised-was 'maybe' qualified as a yes?-the water didn't try to drown her. But it was a 'maybe', so maybe later the water would try to drown her.

Annabeth hated maybe's; they could change. Change was a bad thing, according to her at least. Especially when her life was on the line. Especially when it was in the hands of a popular, powerful demigod, and she was currently in his terrain.

Things weren't looking up right now for Annabeth.

For now she'd have to trust him. After all, she was learning how to swim. It couldn't be that bad right?

"Do you know the basics?" Percy asked her.

She blinked. "What do you qualify as 'basics'?"

"Like treading water, and holding your breath under water."

Shoot.

"Uh..." she muttered, blushing. She passed that off as the harsh sun making her cheeks warm.

"Have you ever stepped into a swimming pool?"

"I've been to one." She smiled shyly at him.

"Have you ever swam in a swimming pool?"

"I am now."

He gave her that look.

"Maybe." She looked away.

Percy sighed. "We'll start from the basics then."

Standing in the water, Percy's waist was under, but his tanned, muscular, golden, perfect-...ly ugly chest was not. She reached his eyes. Almost. More like his nose. Or his chin.

He took her hand and gently led her along, to the deeper area, until her chest was underwater.

She found out it was kind of hard to walk underwater; there was like this invisible force that was trying to force her back. At one point, her feet almost flew out from under her.

"Put your head underwater," he said, and knelt down, until only his face was above water.

Annabeth gulped and looked at the water.

"It's okay, Annabeth, just put your head under." He put his warm hands on her shoulder, and gently pushed her down.

Annabeth tightly closed her eyes and inhaled and breath of hair under her cheeks were puffed with air. Suddenly, the water pushed against the back of her knees and she fell into the water. Her eyes popped open in surprise and quickly closed them when she realized she was underwater. After a few seconds, her waved her hands around, trying to push herself up.

Strong hands wrapped around her shoulders and lifted her up, setting her back on her feet. She gasped and opened her eyes, giving an accusing glare at Percy.

"Why'd you do that?" she asked, poking a finger at his chest.

"You were taking too much time." He smirked, and brushed at her wet hair. Her heart went on double-time.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm not a daughter of Poseidon," she said gruffly, and folded her arms across her chest.

The water rumbled and Percy laughed. "Dad doesn't want you as his daughter anyways."

"Good, because I don't want to be his," she said, and turned so her back faced him.

"Try again," he said, and his hands were pressing against her shoulder blades and gently pushing her down.

She inhaled another breath and ducked her head underwater. Yet again, she was surrounded, by a lively, rippling thing. It was caressing her cheeks, a cold carcass, yet the same time it was warm. It danced around her, massaging her skin and tangling her hair.

Her head popped back to the surface, leaving it cold. She kind of missed the small warmth the water gave her. Annabeth felt as if someone had popped her small bubble and left her vulnerable to the harsh hands of reality.

She kinda liked the water. And she was never going to admit that. Not in front of everyone anyways.

And definitely not in public.

Her mother would disown her.

"Okay, let's tread water." Percy dragged her to a deeper end, where she could only stand on tippy-toes. But Percy-damn him-looked perfectly comfortable standing on his two flat feet.

"Stop standing and do this." He jumped up and started moving his legs.

She narrowed her eyes and held her breath, moving her legs widely, trying to desperately stay above the water.

She did.

For about two seconds.

Then again the silky warmth covered her face. She swung her arms around, her hair floating up to the top, making it wildly tangle together. Annabeth flailed around, the arms making dull splashes and ripples in the water.

Finally, when she rose to the surface she gasped for air and sighed. "That was scary," she breathed.

"It's okay, I'm here." Percy was stroking her hair.

He seemed to snap out of the moment, and put me down. "Try that again," he said in instructor mode.

And we go again, with egg-beater legs that were supposed to make her stay afloat. It was more energy consuming than she thought.

By the time the lesson was down, Annabeth was bone-tired and she could barely stand up. The treading water had really taken a lot out of her.

When she shivered and wrapped herself around with the towel, it was well over twelve, almost one. That was a five-hour swimming lesson. Surprisingly, she like the time she spent with him and liked Percy's presence.

That was another thing Annabeth's mother wouldn't like. Athena didn't want anything to do with Poseidon. Not at all. So when she finds out that her daughter is-Annabeth has no idea what word she would use, fraternizing?-fraternizing with her enemy's son, she would lock Annabeth up. And like that, no more social outings, no more friends, and stuck in a snobby, rich, school just for girly-prats.

Athen's Girl's Private Boarding School. Guess what? There's a huge-ass marble structure of Athena herself in the front. One of those with the blank staring eyes, and no smile. The school isn't even in Athen's. It's in Chicago or something. She'd seen pictures of it from distances away; it's pure white structure like a lighthouse in the dark.

Bleh.

It was quite revolting. She loved her mother and all, but really, a marble virginal white structure? Even Dionysus in his drunken state would choose better color schemes than that. Not only that, the girls wore skirts.

Guess what color?

White. White skirts, with a white collared shirt. And white running shoes. You also get a jacket; it's gold actually, and it's more of a cloak than a jacket. Annabeth was not one to judge on the clothes, but white walls, and white clothes? It was a bit too much, even on Annabeth's judgement.

Annabeth sighed; her fingers were all wrinkly, not that she cared, but Percy, being in the water for hours, seemed undisturbed. If anything, he looked much more relaxed, not cold from the wind, or anything, just like everything was right in the world. He looked much more perf-...unperfect. Really.

All he was doing was attempting to woo her with his oh-so-magical-powers. Like, who wouldn't want to date a son of the Big Three?

But for now, she'd try to stay as far away as possible.

As possible: being the flexible term.

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